Walking in Shadows

What life exists for the wretched?

Do they break free from the judgements of their present self

Or are they trapped in the past, cloaked in the forest of their beliefs?

Clouds rain down silence, extinguishing the fires within.

Isolation and misery thrive, taking hold in one’s doubt.

Blossoming into hatred, spread by whispers on the wind.

Crawling out of the forest, aged in the confidence of thousand wrong choices,

They seek the light that beckons them forward.

Always around the corner, just out of sight.

They claw at the walls of their innocence, desperate for one breath.

Trapped in the darkest corners while the earth crumbles around them.

Falling into an ocean of what might have been.

For all that we are is the struggle, drowning in a sea of helplessness.

And all that we were is what is left behind for the world to see.

A fragment of everything that we had hoped to achieve.

Heaven and Earth

Washington - Heaven and earth pass before us, arcing out across the skies, and yet we are transfixed on what is out of reach. The inconsequential buries us beneath a mound of insecurities, consuming our lives but we rearrange our priorities to accommodate. For what? Is it isolation that we seek? Is it solitude?

When we wake do we dream of the eternal, or do our dreams waste away in a sea of likes and comments? Our infinite wasted, our potential squandered. We float through space, among the stars and galaxies, selfishly consuming the vast quantity of garbage that inhabits the void, but the world rotates and we continue our journey on an unknown path.

The path leads us into the woods, walking through the trees, feeling the mist of water against our skin, the thundering sound reverberates deep within us. hope illuminates the horizon, trees silhouette against the mountains. The earth exhales and we feel it's warmth. It speaks and we listen. If only we listen.